eriedragon4 57M
2737 posts
8/26/2006 10:54 pm

Last Read:
9/1/2006 12:36 am


What lurid evil lingers in the lowland,
Slicing through the saline sawgrass?
Rattling saber apparition?
Guilt empowered superstition?
Or is it just the breeze?

What rising voice annoys my best convictions,
Wedges through my shuttered entry,
Creeps upon my very pillow,
Kisses me as soft as willow?
I know she's come to please.

My chamber door blows open like a casket,
Silence falls, she finds me naked.
"Why," I plead? She never answers.
Perversness only makes us dancers
As into her I ease.

My lover, spirit-sucking,leaching lover
Yet another soul you've plundered!
Plat-eye comes when least expected,
Drawn to weakness self-erected,
And carried by the breeze--
Or is it just the breeze?

Whispersoftly5 52F
15176 posts
8/28/2006 8:00 am

This is really powerful. Gave me an incredible visual.

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